The next Writers Meet:
I’m rarely late to a party but I’m often late to talk about, and the Erotic Meet Writer’s Meet is no exception. But, it’s better to review something late than never at all, and the events of last Saturday are still vivid in my mind, so without further delay or procrasturbation, here’s the Hungry Joe Report.
The Event & Attendees
Organised by the irrepressible and effortlessly amicable Miss Annie Player, the Writer’s Meet turned out to be a free-flowing discussion between an eclectic group of sex writers. Representing Team Bloggers was Molly, of Molly’s Daily Kiss fame, the articulate Innocent Lover Boy whose fame comes from his blog of the same name, and the irresistibly cheerful and rather gorgeous Vina Green, who is assured of future internet fame, and perhaps myself, of no fame whatsoever but who happens to run a blog or two in which I impotently flap my gums about how amazing sex is, like we even need a blog site for that. Representing poets, although she hates to be labelled as such, was the gorgeous Annie Player with her infectious giggle (and judging from my incumbent man-flu, infectious diseases too). Representing screenwriting was SC, who spoke eloquently about her art and balancing it with parenthood. Representing actual published writers was Susan, the author of the Joy of Sex, to which I used to masturbate as a child and was too embarrassed to tell her so. The hysterical Meg Philip was present to talk about writing, performing ebooks and imagination, and Shalla attended to remind us how difficult it is to get started, and how we take what we do for granted sometimes. (I was very pleased to see her start her own blog after the meeting.) I turned up to try hard not to be smug that I make a good salary writing in the adult industry. I failed in that endeavour, I’m sure.
The meeting was held downstairs in Soho’s Le Pain Quotidien, which is French for “the [something] bread”, I imagine. I’m sure it’s a reference to some arcane literary thing or other. I’ll look it up when I get off this train and then tell you, and I won’t edit this sentence to make me look clever, like I knew all along what it means – because I’m not and I don’t. (Looked it up. It means “daily”.)
It was beautiful, perfect. Sat in my waistcoat and fauxhemian jewellery drinking expensive wine and eating organic food, I’ve never felt more ‘writery’. The waiter, Miguel, was a very charming chap who made us deviants feel right at home immediately, as did the rest of the staff. The food was great; I had some sort of prawn salad at was quietly pleased when it arrived accompanied with fruit I didn’t recognise. My iced latte was great, the ambience of the room was great, and as a former chef in a past life I was happy to be able to see into the kitchen.
I was more than happy, actually. That put a few things in perspective for me; being sat outside the kitchen looking in rather than vice versa, in good company talking about the two most important things in my life (sex and writing), was a neat metaphor that proved to me that I’d made the right decision to become a writer and a deviant. I don’t mean to imply chefs are beneath me, I mean to imply that I made a difficult choice long ago and it paid off, and these seven people who flanked me proved that I’ve come a long way in the last few years. Thanks mainly to Annie Player for showing me that, way back at the first ever Erotic Meet.
Anyway, that’s just a weird personal tangent. Back to the Erotic Writers Meet.
Things I Gained
Here’s a list of things I took away with me after the meet. This is a bullet-point list; the most important tool for lazy writers like me who are on trains approaching their stations.
- A renewed sense that you can live a life like mine and still be healthy, productive, stable and “normal”.
- That the best phone to write on is a Blackberry. That’s more important than it sounds, to me at least. It’s a valuable tip; thanks to Meg and ILB.
- That despite incredibly disparate backgrounds, ages, and orientations we can all find things in common.
- I learned a lot about other writing processes and styles, and that’s ALWAYS of interest to me.
- I learned about something I’m yet to experience but will have to consider for my future: how to balance my writing and lifestyle when I eventually spawn an army of little Hungry Joes.
- That it’s almost impossible to make money in fiction or in print, when it’s of an adult nature.
- More other things that I will keep to myself but were eminently interesting.
- That mango and prawns are nice together.
- That iced lattes and wine are nice together.
- That we are all oddly passionate and impressively articulate about what we do.
The writers meet was fun, lively and genuinely valuable. It’s always good to surround myself with likeminded folk, it’s good for my confidence, and this was the first time I had sat down with a group of purely writers, like me and, also like me, chose sex as their subject matter. No one was there to push their products or promote their work; we were just there to talk about it. If you write erotica or any kind of adult material, I would politely recommend that you attend next time, so please head over to Erotic Meet, create a free account and stay updated for upcoming events.
Something I want to learn next time: How do other writers organise themselves? I’m terribly disorganised as a writer, how do others do it?
Come along and educate me. Details for the next one are here: http://eroticwritersmeet.eventbrite.co.uk/